In the tool section (of all places) I saw a man meeting his description.He smiled. I smiled at went down a deserted aisle.Gathering my shorts I pulled...them tight on my ass and bent over to look at something on a bottom shelf.In a security mirror over me, I saw him at the aisle opening, leering at my ass.He was about Franks size, goatee and odviously interested.I looked back, smiled a hello and slowly stood.I asked if he was Frank.He asked if I was supposed to meet a Frank, I said I was.Well, I. Don’t worry it’s just a code name to keep your name from showing up in our records,” I suggested.“You were a deputy sheriff, so why did you go into the pot business,” she asked.“Somebody who had absolutely no connections with the normal drug connections needed to provide the weed. We provide a safe and discreet way to purchase it. We deliver it to the patient’s door and only in quantities that are misdemeanor charges, if a patient’s house is ever raided. If the patient is even more paranoid, I. I tried to play it cool, can't say that I'd been with many men at this point in my life and I wasn't some slutty housewife that just slept with any man that visited the house.I tried to ignore it and carried on watching TV. I could see Paul stirring in the corner of my eye, I looked to my right and saw a huge bulge in Gary's shorts.All of a sudden Gary had his hand down my shorts; I went to push it away, when Paul started touching my breasts and kissing my neck.The feeling of two guys. So what do I do? The love is gone and I'll never trust the bitch again, but the lust is there and I want to see her spread herself again for another man.We own a cabin on five acres up in the mountains. It isn't much; no power, an outhouse, and we have to carry water in, but foe an occasional weekend getaway it is just fine. The cabin was left to Brenda and her sister in their father's will and since I get along fine with Debbie and her husband Frank we frequently spend weekends up there with.